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Post by JUNK on Sept 18, 2011 11:39:56 GMT -5
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"So he possessed me and made me ran all the way to this city? That's just like Requiem." Noah patted the Ralts's head and took out the pokémon's pokéball. He threw it into the air and let it fall into his palm. "So you joined us to help that creepy reaper look after me? That's very kind of you." The boy attached the ball back to his belt and stood up from the bench. "Let's get going, Gordon. I've gotta train you and the others before we challenge the gym leader."
::ralts:: Name: Gordon Level: 8 Gender: Male Abilities: Trace & Synchronize Attacks: Growl, Confusion Ready for battle!
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Post by DR-@@GON on Sept 18, 2011 12:53:45 GMT -5
Pokemon encounter ! Fools! Only I know my own beauty!
These thoughts streamed through the mind of a young Murkrow as she smoothly glided over the streets of Ile Electrique. Covering her jet black feathers were a fancy hat and dress, causing her to look elegant and cute. Yet the pokemon-exclusive beauty contest had rejected her once again, ruling that by her nature she was filthy and fitting to roam the streets like a hobo.
She needed someone to take it out on. As soon as she saw the figure of a blond trainer sitting on a bench, she swooped down and landed gracefully on the pavement in front of him. Swollen, yet determined eyes were pinned on Noah's. <Tell me, am I pretty?> She said in a serious tone, ready to attack the trainer if he said the wrong thing. ::murkrow:: Level 7 | Female Insomnia || Super Luck Peck | Astonish | Pursuit Confident - Determined - Pretty (for a Murkrow) Appeared!
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Post by JUNK on Sept 19, 2011 12:14:46 GMT -5
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Gordon was lying on the floor, holding his stomach while laughing nonstop. He found the human's remark about his broken butt hilarious and couldn't stop laughing. When he finally managed to stop, he wiped the tears the laughter caused and coughed before translating the Murkrow's speech to the boy through telepathy. <She asked you if you found her pretty or not. I think you should answer quickly. She looks like the impatient type.>
Noah nodded and turned back to the Murkrow. He stared at the bird, trying to decide whether she could be called pretty or not. The boy gathered his thoughts and sighed. "I don't think you're pretty. I think you look cool.> The boy hoped he didn't hurt the crow's feelings, he didn't want to get attacked by a pokémon as soon as he get out of the hospital. The doctors will get mad at him again.
Name: Gordon Level: 8 Gender: Male Abilities: Trace & Synchronize Attacks: Growl, Confusion Translating for Noah |
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Post by FOTLY on Sept 19, 2011 17:47:58 GMT -5
>No one will ever be prettier than you, Murkrow.<
Those words also echoed in her head, bouncing off of everything within. She remembered the day her Mother first told her this story, yes it was a bright day. Her Mother was a wise Honchkrow, known all around for her charm and brains. Or at least, this was true for the young Murkrow at least. To everyone else, this 'fact' could very well just be something that mattered to no one else.
He mind came to a near-screeching stop when he said she didn't look pretty. The rest of the sentence didn't matter, he said that she wasn't pretty, what could you be and look ugly?! >I. . . I-'m not. . . Pretty to you?< She muttered, more in disbelief rather than anything else.
>Being cool doesn't matter! Being pretty means the world!< She hissed at the boy, her wings flapping up angrily. Almost against her will, she found herself getting closer to the boy, her beak glowing a special white in color as she attempted to make contact with him and her beak.
[/size][/blockquote][/justify] FEMALE Level 7 Insomnia & Super Luck Attacks;; Peck and Astonish and Pursuit Hit by -- Changes Used -- Confident - Determined - Pretty (for a Murkrow)
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Post by JUNK on Sept 21, 2011 12:51:01 GMT -5
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Name: Gordon Level: 8 Gender: Male Abilities: Trace & Synchronize Attacks: Growl, Confusion In Noah's arms |
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Post by Dracken on Sept 21, 2011 15:48:39 GMT -5
::murkrow:: FEMALE Level 7 Insomnia & Super Luck Attacks;; Peck and Astonish and Pursuit Confident - Determined - Pretty (for a Murkrow)
>Don't let this punk get away with that! No one pretty as you should be ignored<
That little voice in her head nagged at her. It was right, though. No one should ignore someone as beautiful as her. She had the right to get an answer and she didn't want him running away from it! She flapped angrily in front of the boy, and gave chase when he began to run away. <You're not getting away that easily! You get back here and tell me I'm pretty! Or pay the price!> She snapped.
The Murkrow chased the boy, her wings carrying her right behind him. Fury was seen in her eyes. She was not going to take this lightly, he was gonna tell her she was pretty gosh darn it! She wasn't going to stop either, the Murkrow had plans to chase him, if it was the last thing she did.
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Post by JUNK on Sept 22, 2011 11:13:05 GMT -5
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The streets were full of people; some of them were busy talking on the phone, while others' were just minding their own business. "Get out a the fucking way!!" Noah shouted as he almost knocked a girl off of her feet. He was heading towards a small building in front of him. The boy didn't dare to look back to check if the crow was still chasing him, he didn't want to get distracted and run into something.
Name: Gordon Level: 8 Gender: Male Abilities: Trace & Synchronize Attacks: Growl, Confusion Still in Noah's arms |
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Post by Sp❣rit on Sept 22, 2011 20:47:15 GMT -5
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<BUT BUT...> The Murkrow started, but there was some kind of musical twittering coming from right above her. It was a Pidgey with a cellphone, updating to his many blog followers about how lame the city was. His eyes drifted over to the Murkrow, and suddenly their eyes met. She felt her heart thump, he felt like he just saw a babe.
He was into the dark and scraggy kind of look, so with a hoot he flew right down between them and started to separate them. <Hello, they wouldn't happen to be bothering you, would they?> He asked with a glance in their direction.
<W-Well it's not so bad. I-I was just a little offended.> She gulped, not wanting to seem uncool with this attractive young Pidgey. He grinned, knowing he had this girl in the bag. <Let's ditch these morons, babe. You have me.> He snickered, attempting to lure the Murkrow away. She didn't seem to sure about this, but she was slowly following him away.
::murkrow:: Level 7 | Female Insomnia || Super Luck Peck | Astonish | Pursuit Confident - Determined - Pretty (for a Murkrow)
::pidgey:: Level 7|Male Keen Eye|Tangled Feet Tackle|Sand Attack Domineering - Cocky - Insecure
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Post by JUNK on Sept 23, 2011 9:33:18 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #333333; padding: 5px; width: 210px, bTable][style=opacity: 0.7; background-color: #494949; padding: 4px;][/style] [style=font-family: Helvetica Neue; color: #cacaca; font-size: 25px; letter-spacing: 7px; text-align: center; font-weight: 100!important;]WHAT IS THIS FEELING?[/style] [style=background-color: #494949; padding: 5px; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #cacaca; text-align: justify;]Gordon saw the Pidgey's and the Murkrow's love blossom and he found that very beautiful. He yanked his trainer's ear to make him stop so he could experience the birds' beautiful moment too. But he regretted it shortly after when Noah gave him a very angry glare and flicked his forehead. The psychic type rubbed his aching forehead, on the verge of crying. When he saw small teardrops falling from his pokémon's eyes, Noah skid to a halt and started to apologize.
"Please, don't cry Gordon! I'm sorry I hurt you, but you shouldn't have yanked my ear." The trainer noticed the two flying type, looking at eachother with love filled eyes. The boy smirked. "I know what will cheer you up. A battle!"
The psychic type wasn't sure a fight would make him happy, but he agreed either way. While his owner sent out a short, green trashbag-like creature, the Ralts sent an electric-like, purple beam towards the Pidgey since the psychic type move wouldn't work on the crow. He glanced to the side and watched as the other creature was arguing with Noah about not wanting to fight, but when the human whispered something into the pokémon's ears he released a cloud of purple smoke from his mouth, enveloping the area around the birds.
Name: Gordon Level: 8 Gender: Male Abilities: Trace & Synchronize Attacks: Growl, Confusion Used Confusion on PidgeyName: Devin Level: 12 Gender: Male Abilities: Stench & Sticky hold Attacks: Pound, Poison Gas, Recycle, Toxic Spikes, Acid Spray Used Poison Gas on both |
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Post by Sheepy on Sept 23, 2011 12:10:22 GMT -5
::murkrow:: Level 7 | Female Insomnia || Super Luck Peck | Astonish | Pursuit Confident - Determined - Pretty (for a Murkrow) Poisoned Hit by Poison Gas; used Nothing
::pidgey:: Level 7|Male Keen Eye|Tangled Feet Tackle|Sand Attack Domineering - Cocky - Insecure Dodged Poison Gas, Hit by confusion; Used Tackle on Trubbish
"No my love! I shall protect you!" the murkcrow screamed as she saw the trubbish fire the poison gas right at the two of them; she was determined not to let anything happen to her loved one, no matter what the cost was.
The pidgey was surprised that the murkrow was protecting him; but then again he wasn't complaining. He was saved from the gas, which had rendered the murkrow helpless as she was on the floor coughing up her lungs.
Before he could say anything, he was stuck by the invisible confusion attack by the ralts, and he was sent to the floor, right next to the murkrow. Brushing of the dirt from his wings, he rose back to the floor, glaring at the two.
"How dare you attack a pretty lady like that?" he said whilst shaking his head. "I ought to teach you a few manners now shouldn't I?" he said, before fling in with a tackle attack at the trubbish.
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Post by JUNK on Sept 23, 2011 13:16:24 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #333333; padding: 5px; width: 210px, bTable][style=opacity: 0.7; background-color: #494949; padding: 4px;][/style] [style=font-family: Helvetica Neue; color: #cacaca; font-size: 25px; letter-spacing: 7px; text-align: center; font-weight: 100!important;]WHAT IS THIS FEELING?[/style] [style=background-color: #494949; padding: 5px; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #cacaca; text-align: justify;]The Trubbish was panicking. He didn't want to poison the poor little Murkrow, he didn't even want to fight! Why did this human made him do such a thing?! <I'm so sorry! I can't disobey my train-AAGH!> Devin was silenced when he got tackled in the stomach by the Pidgey. He bent down, clutching his tummy, gasping for air.
When Gordon saw what happened to his partner, he got very mad at the pidgeon like pokémon. He helped the trashbag to his feet before shotting an angry glare at the birds. He growled at them and shot another psychokinetic beam, targetting the Pidgey with it again. <Are you okay?>
Devin staggered to his feet, leaning on the Ralts shoulder, catching his breath. <Yeah, thanks for your concern. He just knocked the air out of me.> The Trubbish looked in his opponents' direction, worrying about the Murkrow's condition. He hoped he didn't cause too much pain to her. The poison type grabbed his head. How could he attack someone?! No matter what Noah says, he shouldn't attack another pokémon!!
Gordon was confused. He didn't know what was wrong with the Trubbish so he slapped him and gave him an angry look. <Get your act together, man! We're in the middle of a battle! You can cry after we're done! Now attack!!> This ought to do the trick.
Devin whimpered at the impact of the slap and covered his ears when the Ralts shouted at him. <Y-yes, sir.> He didn't want to anger the scary Ralts again so he obeyed him and attacked the opponents. He ran towards the coughing Murkrow and attempted to pound his head into the ground.
Name: Gordon Level: 8 Gender: Male Abilities: Trace & Synchronize Attacks: Growl, Confusion Used Confusion on Pidgey and Growl on bothName: Devin Level: 12 Gender: Male Abilities: Stench & Sticky hold Attacks: Pound, Poison Gas, Recycle, Toxic Spikes, Acid Spray Used Pound on Murkrow |
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Post by Sp❣rit on Sept 23, 2011 21:08:52 GMT -5
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The Murkrow coughed as she was dealing with the poison from the Trubbish, but it wasn't too bad now. She only felt miserable and weak if anything, but her energy and capability of fighting was still there. <Ugh! Well this is one way to burn calories.> She snorted in disgust to the Pidgey as the Trubbish charged towards her. It looked dangerous of course, but she was too distracted to dodge the strike.
<You have to be careful! Here, let me help you.> The Pidgey was dealing with an annoying Confusion of his own, spinning him in mid air until he regained his former posture. With an annoyed expression at the growl, he swooped over behind the Murkrow to cover her with a Sand Attack on the Trubbish. <T-Thanks!> She exclaimed, using the sand to her advantage as she flew behind the wave, screaming with a devious glare for her Astonish attack. She was like a monster in the closet, ready to pounce.
<You guys can fight, but it's not right. Clearly, I'm right. And I always will be.> The arrogant Pidgey huffed as he recovered from using energy on his one move, eyes staring at the Ralts as he debating what to do next. Yeah, tackle sounded good right about now. He dive bombed at the psychic type with a little less intensity than he would have done normally.
(Attack -1) // Poisoned Level 7 | Female Insomnia || Super Luck Peck | Astonish | Pursuit Confident - Determined - Pretty (for a Murkrow) Hit by Pound! Poison Damage!Astonish on Trubbish(Attack -1) Level 7|Male Keen Eye|Tangled Feet Tackle|Sand Attack Domineering - Cocky - Insecure Hit with ConfusionSand Attack on Trubbish, Tackle on Ralts
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Post by JUNK on Sept 25, 2011 2:55:35 GMT -5
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The rubbish creature spat an acidic fluid into the crow's face to melt it a little. He couldn'T make sure the attack hit the black bird, because suddenly a large amount off sand was blown into his face. His eyes started to sting from the sand that got into his eyes so he couldn't stop the Pidgey when it raced past him and attacked his partner.
Gordon was distracted by the city's flashing lights so he noticed the pigeon too late. The bird rammed into the psychic and sent it flying. The Ralts landed on his back pretty hard and it looked like he couldn't get up. His back was hurting too much.
When Devin saw what happened to his teammate, he lost control. He started running towards the Pidgey and when he got close enough, he exhaled the most noxious and toxic gas he could muster and tried to envelope the flying type in it. Then he rushed to the ralts' aid and helped it to his feet. Gordon thanked him and after the pain subsided in his back, he focused his telekinetic powers on the Pidgey and tried to slam it into the ground.
Name: Gordon Level: 8 Gender: Male Abilities: Trace & Synchronize Attacks: Growl, Confusion Hit with Tackle Critical hit! Used Confusion on Pidgey[-1 accuracy] Name: Devin Level: 12 Gender: Male Abilities: Stench & Sticky hold Attacks: Pound, Poison Gas, Recycle, Toxic Spikes, Acid Spray Hit with Astonish and Sand-AttackUsed Acid Spray on Murkrow and Poison Gas on Pidgey |
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Post by G♌I♏♏ on Sept 25, 2011 9:20:52 GMT -5
(Attack -1) // Poisoned Level 7 | Female Insomnia || Super Luck Peck | Astonish | Pursuit Confident - Determined - Pretty (for a Murkrow) Hit by Acid Spray, Poison Damage!Pursuit on Ralts(Attack -1) // Poisoned Level 7|Male Keen Eye|Tangled Feet Tackle|Sand Attack Domineering - Cocky - Insecure Hit with Confusion, Poison GasTackle on Ralts
Beautiful Murkrow took a second, trying to preen her feathers clean of the noxious poison that was burning against her flesh. But it was coated on thick and she couldn't relieve herself of the pain she felt against her skin. Things got worse for her though. The acid spray attack coated her body even further with burning fluids, forcing her to land on the ground for a second and caw out in pain. Pidgey was soon to suffer the same fate. He was surrounded by the thick purple gas and after inhaling some of it he could feel his body starting to lose energy. He panicked, but that may also have something to do with the confusion attack that blasted the side of his head. He flew sideways and slammed into a light post, sliding down it until he smacked into the ground and groaned.
Murkrow was the first of the birds to attack back. She raced towards the Ralts, the closer of the two poke'mon. While pursuing her target she clacked her beak angrily and flapped her wings, gradually getting back into the air. Pidgey followed with less gusto. He simply rolled to his feet and threw his body towards Ralts, ready to smack him with a less precise and elegant looking tackle attack.
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Post by JUNK on Sept 25, 2011 12:23:26 GMT -5
Gordon knew he was done for as soon as the Murkrow swooped down to attack him.She was using a dark type move, something super effective against a psychic like him. The Ralts closed his eyes, ready for the impact, but the attack never hit him. The emotion sensing pokémon opened his left eye a little to take a peek at the crow, but what he saw made his jaw drop. Noah's other pokémon, the wimpy Trubbish was towering over him, his suddenly, large body casting a big shadow on the psychic. The poison type looked very scary, like he was ready to grab the Ralts and snap his neck with a swift movement. Gordon gulped.
<A-are you okay?> asked Devin with a gentle voice. He was rubbing his back with his right hand while he put the other one on the Ralts' shoulder. <Don't worry about that Murkrow. I took her attack so she didn't hit you.> The Trubbish snickered, but the laughing made the pain in his back worse. The dark bird hit him in his weak spot so it hurt much more than it should.
Gordon let out a sigh of relief. A while ago, he was frozen by fear, because he thought the Trubbish would kill him, but when he found out it saved him, he relaxed. His break didn't last long, because suddenly the Pidgey appeared in front of him and tackled him. The Ralts was sent flying once again, but luckily he didn't land on his back this time, but his feet instead. He let out a growl attack as soon as he landed and tried to blast the Pidgey with a psychic attack again.
Devin was startled by the normal type bird's sudden appearance. He was too distracted by his sore back to notice the Pidgey. He quickly scolded himslef mentally before turning around and rushing towards the other bird, trying to pound it into the ground.
Name: Gordon Level: 8 Gender: Male Abilities: Trace & Synchronize Attacks: Growl, Confusion Hit with Tackle Used Confusion on Pidgey[-1 accuracy] Name: Devin Level: 12 Gender: Male Abilities: Stench & Sticky hold Attacks: Pound, Poison Gas, Recycle, Toxic Spikes, Acid Spray Hit with PursuitUsed Pound on Murkrow
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Post by Sheepy on Sept 26, 2011 13:34:56 GMT -5
::murkrow:: (Attack -1) // Poisoned Level 7 | Female Insomnia || Super Luck Peck | Astonish | Pursuit Confident - Determined - Pretty (for a Murkrow) Hit by pound + poison damage Weakening Used peck on Ralts
::pidgey:: (Attack -1) // Poisoned Level 7|Male Keen Eye|Tangled Feet Tackle|Sand Attack Domineering - Cocky - Insecure Hit with Confusion + poison damage Weakening Used Tackle on Ralts The murkrow looked on in horror as her loved one was struck once again by that cruel trainers Ralts confusion attacks as well as being struck by the poison, before she was struck by the other pokemon due to her being distracted and she was flung to the floor. She managed to get up before she cringed from the poison damage to her body; she knew that eventually she wouldn't be able to handle it any more. However, she knew that if she helped take down the ralts, then maybe they could have a small fighting chance in this. She looked at the pidgey who was just managing to get up as well. "For my loved one!" she screeched, before she flew at the ralts with her beak pointing outwards and glowing slightly white. Pidgey on the other hand realised what the murkrow was planning to do, so he followed suit and rushed at the ralts as well, trying to tackle it as well.
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Post by JUNK on Sept 30, 2011 9:39:27 GMT -5
Gordon had a hard time trying to dodge the Murkrow's peck. The crow was moving very fast and he couldn't follow her with his eyes. Despite this, he managed to jump to the side in the last moment so the dark type's glowing beak only scratched his side. Unfortunately, the psychic didn't notice the Pidgey who crashed into him. As soon as Devin saw the Ralts tackled by the pigeon and sent flying he started running towards the emotion pokémon to try and catch it. The poison type wasn't looking where he stepped and slipped on a banana that appeared out of nowhere. He fell flat on his face and started sliding on the hard and rough concrete. To make things worse, Gordon landed on his back.
The Ralts felt himslef fall on something soft and squishy. He checked what the soft thing could be and when he saw the twitching Trubbish under him, he quickly got up and helped the pokémon stand up. <I'm sorry! Are you okay?>
Devin forced a smile on his face while rubbing his aching back. <Don't worry about me. Let's just beat those assholes so we can rest.> The Trubbish inhaled deeply before spitting a ball of burning fluid at the Murkrow's face. He hoped the black bird would experience the same pain he felt when the psychic type landed on him. It would ease the pain in his back a little.
Gordon nodded and tried to blast the Pidgey with a psychokinetic shockwave. It was a little hard given he was starting to get tired and exhausted from the battle. He let out a grunt as he focused his power on the bird and tried to drive it into a wall.
::ralts:: Name: Gordon Level: 8 Gender: Male Abilities: Trace & Synchronize Attacks: Growl, Confusion Hit with TackleCritical hit again! Used Confusion on Pidgey[-1 accuracy] Name: Devin Level: 12 Gender: Male Abilities: Stench & Sticky hold Attacks: Pound, Poison Gas, Recycle, Toxic Spikes, Acid Spray Hit with NothingUsed Acid Spray on Murkrow
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Post by Kathryn on Sept 30, 2011 10:57:12 GMT -5
(Attack -1) // Poisoned Level 7 | Female Insomnia || Super Luck Peck | Astonish | Pursuit Confident - Determined - Pretty (for a Murkrow) Hit by Acid Spray + poison damage Weakening Used Astonish on Ralts (Attack -1) // Poisoned Level 7|Male Keen Eye|Tangled Feet Tackle|Sand Attack Domineering - Cocky - Insecure Hit with Confusion + poison damage Weakening Used Sand Attack on Trubbish, Tackle on Ralts. Is trying to take Ralts as a hostage. “You challenged us, asshole,” the Pidgey squawked angrily, flapping his wings to spray a gust of sand at the Trubbish. That was, after he was hit in the face with the Confusion, and his companion hit with acid. Using the sand as a distraction, Murkrow darted through the fading cloud in a glorious ebony streak of feathers to screech at the Ralts. Once that was done, Pidgey swooped down and tried to tackle the Ralts, aiming this time to snatch the psychic type up in his talons and drag him into the skies. That way, not only did he have a hostage, but if the Psychic type tried to use confusion on him, he’d either be dropped, or his friend would try to free him and might end up hurting the Ralts instead. With her attack complete, Murkrow returned to the skies that marked her domain, her wings flapping evenly and keeping her suspended above the ground.
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Post by JUNK on Sept 30, 2011 13:04:38 GMT -5
The power of the ghost type attack was too much for Gordon. The Murkrow's attack was super effective and as the dark bird rose into the sky again, Gordon felt his consciousness slowly fading. Suddenly, he felt something grab his arms and lift him up. He felt a gentle breeze caressing his face and he slowly drifted off to sleep. If he knew he was abducted by the Pidgey and the ground was at least 30 meters under him, he would surely panic, but in this exhausted state he was in, he surely wouldn't wake up for a while.
Devin covered his eyes to shield them from the dust getting swept into his face. When he opened his eyes again, he saw the Ralts standing next to him a few moments ago was now held captive by the Pidgey high in the sky. The Trubbish didn't panic; he took a deep breath and started to think, trying to find a way to free the psychic. <Two can play this game, bastard.>
The poison type started to run towards the Murkrow, his face distorted by rage. He raised one of his trashy, tentacle-like arms and tried to slam the crow into the ground so he can hold it down and take him hostage so he can make the Pidgey let go of the Ralts.
Name: Gordon Level: 8 Gender: Male Abilities: Trace & Synchronize Attacks: Growl, Confusion Hit with Astonish SEFainted kinda[-2 accuracy] Name: Devin Level: 12 Gender: Male Abilities: Stench & Sticky hold Attacks: Pound, Poison Gas, Recycle, Toxic Spikes, Acid Spray Hit with Sand-AttackUsed Pound on Murkrow, trying to take it as hostage
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Post by Sheepy on Sept 30, 2011 16:24:23 GMT -5
Ummm.... +1 level to ralts I guess? XD Also sorry if this isn't the best post ever junk, but I've had some problems recently, so modding hasn't been on my mind at all.
::murkrow:: (Attack -1) // Poisoned Level 7 | Female Insomnia || Super Luck Peck | Astonish | Pursuit Confident - Determined - Pretty (for a Murkrow) Hit by pound; cant move+ poison damage Weakening
::pidgeyl:: (Attack -1) // Poisoned Level 7|Male Keen Eye|Tangled Feet Tackle|Sand Attack Domineering - Cocky - Insecure Hit with Confusion + poison damage Weakening Used Sand Attack on Trubbish, Tackle on Trubbish NONONONONO. The pidgey was furious at how the Trubbish was treating the sexy chic like that; that wasn't the right way to treat a lady, pinning her down like that on the floor with no warning or any help as well. That was just plain old rude. Well, if he wanted to play like that, then he would play dirty as well almost, before giving an evil grin whilst releasing the ralts from his talons when he was flying up in the air; hopefully that this sudden action from him would be enough to cause some distraction to the trainer and the other pokemon that it would allow him to take action. "Oops; sorry about that." he said, giving a slight smile at the trainer, before he rushed in at the trubbish with a tackle, hoping that by dropping the ralts, his attention would be distracted somehow, which would enable him in being able to free the murkrow from its grip
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